The night hung in silence.
A silver moon bathed the empty streets of Tokyo in ethereal light — too soft to be real, too quiet to belong to Earth. Toshio Shinji walked alone, his shadow stretching long beneath the frozen glow. Every sound, every flicker of light felt like a memory repeating itself.
He stopped in front of the old clock tower near Airi's neighborhood. Its hands had stopped moving. The world itself had paused — between a dream and waking.
Toshio's chest tightened.
"Where am I?" he whispered.
A faint voice answered, soft and trembling like wind through glass.
"You're where it all began, Toshio Shinji… beneath the first moon."
Airi stood before him. Her white dress shimmered like starlight, hair swaying in the still air. But her eyes — they weren't the warm brown he knew. They were silver. Otherworldly.
Toshio felt a chill crawl down his spine. "Airi?"
She smiled faintly, and the moon behind her pulsed like a heartbeat.
"Do you remember, Toshio? Our promise?"
Toshio shook his head, stepping closer. "Promise?"
Then the world shifted — like the surface of water rippling outward.
Suddenly he wasn't in Tokyo anymore. He stood in an ancient meadow blanketed with silver flowers. Two figures stood beneath an enormous moon. The man had golden hair — him. The girl beside him wore celestial robes — her.
"When the Blood Moon rises again," her voice echoed from the memory, "we'll meet as mortals. You'll forget, and so will I… but the moon will remember."
Toshio's heart thundered.
He could feel the weight of her words. The vow had been real — a divine oath sealed lifetimes ago.
The image flickered — the celestial girl fading into Airi's mortal form. Her expression trembled between confusion and sorrow.
"Toshio… I remember now. Everything."
He reached for her hand. "Airi—"
"No," she said softly. "I'm not supposed to exist like this. The divine and the human cannot coexist. The Blood Moon broke the seal too early."
Her voice cracked. The air shimmered as cracks of light tore through her body.
"If I stay, this world will collapse. The divine energy inside me— it's too much."
Toshio's mind raced. He couldn't lose her again — not now, not after everything.
He pulled her close, his forehead pressed against hers. "Then I'll share it with you."
"What?"
"I'll take half your energy. Seal it within me. That way, you can stay human — and we'll both live."
Tears welled in her silver eyes. "You'll die if you do that."
"Maybe," he said with a faint smile, "but I'd rather die human beside you than live immortal without you."
The moon pulsed again. The meadow began to crumble like shattered glass, fragments of divine light scattering around them.
Airi screamed, "Stop! You'll—"
He silenced her with a kiss.
Warm. Desperate. Eternal.
A radiant light enveloped them both — the world flashing between mortal and celestial realms. The power surged through their veins like liquid fire, intertwining their souls.
When the light faded, Toshio collapsed. His breath shallow. His golden hair dimmed to soft blond. Airi knelt beside him, crying into his chest.
"You idiot… why would you do that?"
He smiled weakly, fingers brushing her cheek.
"Because I love you, Airi Hoshizora. Not the goddess. Not the memory. You."
The divine glow in her eyes flickered — then faded, replaced by her warm brown gaze again.
The moon slowly dimmed, turning from silver to pale white. The meadow dissolved, returning them to the quiet Tokyo street where it all began.
Airi held him tightly, refusing to let go.
He whispered one last thing before his eyes closed:
"Promise me… when the moon rises again, you'll find me."
Then everything went dark.
When Toshio awoke, it was morning.
Birds sang. The world had returned to normal — the divine light gone, replaced by the simple golden glow of sunrise.
He blinked slowly, realizing he was lying in Airi's room. She sat by the window, sunlight tracing her hair in gold.
She turned to him and smiled — tired, but real.
"You're awake."
Toshio's throat was dry. "Did it… work?"
Airi nodded. "You gave me half your life energy. The divine part of me is gone. I'm just human now."
He exhaled a laugh of relief. "Good. I always preferred you that way."
She frowned, tears filling her eyes again. "You shouldn't joke. You nearly died."
He smiled faintly. "You're crying again. That means you're human."
She punched him lightly in the chest, sobbing. "Idiot."
He caught her hand and kissed it.
"Yeah. But I'm your idiot."
A soft silence followed — the kind that didn't need words.
Outside, the morning breeze carried the faint scent of blooming sakura trees.
For the first time in weeks, Tokyo was calm. No divine lights, no blood moons. Just two young hearts beating in sync.
But as Airi leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, Toshio felt something stir deep within his chest — a faint whisper.
"The seal is only temporary…"
His smile faltered slightly, but he said nothing. Not yet.
He looked out the window at the fading moon, whispering softly:
"Then I'll fight fate itself to keep this peace."